one night went to sleep with no ice
woke up was covered in a whole lotta ice
the streets never told you the price
if you wanna go to war that's a whole lotta price
if you knew the risk of this life
all the chances we took and the risk of the dice
would you still do it for the hype
still do it for the gram and the net and the likes
my young nigga caught him a life
and it broke my heart when he told me his price
I just gave the lil nigga advice
but he ain't wanna hear it and I told him I'm right
his momma can't sleep through the night
but I still send her money to make sure she right
we did this for all of our life
the same shit I showed you they showed me the night
but this time it's hard to enjoy
cause I did all this shit with my lil baby boy
I'm sittin here grippin my stick
as I'm readin this letter he wrote from the joint
and I don't give a fuck bout the hate
you can tell by my words you can tell by my face
my nigga I'm in a good place
you niggas can't touch me you niggas ain't safe
nigga that's fate
goin too fast had to hit the e-brake
how many times they gon say that they straight
how many times they gon tell me they great
I'm not a rookie my nigga you late
I don't eat cookies I'm makin a cake
I got some ice put that shit on my face
I was in love had to give it a break
you had the will had to give it away
look at the price and you still gonna pay
all the advice but you still gon stay
now it's just all in the past
and now we lookin for ways we can still get away

(whole thang)
and we lookin for ways we can still get away
whole thang
and we lookin for ways we can still get away
whole thang
and we lookin for ways we can still get away
whole thang
and we lookin for ways we can still get away

shh shh don't make a sound
we ain't talkin numbers you ain't gettin off a pound
drove the wrong way on the interstate to town
I could've got it to you yesterday but it's here now
trap goin up prices goin down
we could make a M with a bag with a noun
long as the plug keep us up we around
I was born in the mud still covered in the ground
I can take it back to the weed and the brown
I was buyin' P's whole thing whole pound
we ain't talkin P's whole thing whole noun
we ain't never trippin on the number whole round
put a little extra in the middle whole mound
nigga that's fate
I can get a nigga touched for a whole thing of weight
I can get a nigga snuffed for a whole thing of cake
I can get a nigga flushed for a whole thing of shakes
I don't give a fuck still break a bitch heart
we don't talk about it we just play the part
If we on the block then the glock ain't far
we can meet at the park
and we still goin hard
still dodgin a charge
still in the garage
still with my dogs
nigga I'm a god
If you go against the squad
we'll take it to the yard
make a nigga say "Lord"
ain't a pussy on earth
I don't care what you worth
I ain't in a bitch purse
fuck what you heard
this whole thing cursed
now I'm breakin the curse
I can get a nigga merked
I can get a nigga burned
I can get a nigga touched
I can get a nigga rushed
whole thing of dust
whole thing of drugs
whole thing of slugs
whole thing of plug
I can get a nigga crushed
for a whole thing of trust

(whole thang)
and we lookin for ways we can still get away
whole thang
and we lookin for ways we can still get away
whole thang
and we lookin for ways we can still get away
whole thang
and we lookin for ways we can still get away

[© Mr.Meow🐈‍⬛ 2026]